Chapter 101: Chapter 100: What She Won’t Remember I
DAMIEN’S POV
The moment Damien’s lips touched hers, the last thread of his control snapped.
He’d been holding back for days. Weeks, if he counted the month they’d been apart. Maintaining distance, keeping walls up, protecting himself from the woman who’d destroyed him.
But she was here. In his car. Drunk and vulnerable and telling him she loved him. And he was only human.
Only a man who’d been starving for her touch.
The kiss started soft....a brush of lips, a test, a question. But the moment she whimpered against his mouth, the moment her hand came up to clutch his shirt, the moment she kissed him back with desperate, aching need....
Soft became consuming.
His hand fisted in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His other hand cupped her jaw, holding her in place as he claimed her mouth with a hunger that bordered on violent.
She tasted like vodka and tears and her.....that unique flavor he’d been craving like a drug.
"Damien," she gasped against his mouth when he finally let her breathe. "Please...."
"Shh. Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel." He kissed her again, harder this time. "Tomorrow you won’t remember this. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being your cold, distant boss. But tonight.....tonight you’re mine."
She moaned, the sound going straight to his already painfully hard cock.
He knew this was wrong. Knew he was taking advantage of her drunken state. Knew that a better man would drive her home and put her to bed and walk away.
But he wasn’t a better man. He was a man who’d been in hell for a month, and she was offering him heaven, and he was too weak to resist.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
He released her just long enough to push his seat back, creating space. Then his hands were on her waist, lifting her, positioning her to straddle his lap.
She came willingly, her legs spreading to accommodate him, her body pressing against his in all the right ways. The skirt of her dress rode up her thighs, exposing smooth skin that he immediately wanted to touch, to taste, to mark.
"God, I’ve missed this," he groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the heat of her even through the fabric. "Missed you. Missed your body. Missed the way you respond to me."
"Touch me," she begged, grinding against him, seeking friction. "Please touch me. It’s been so long and I need...."
"I know what you need." His mouth found her throat, kissing and biting and marking his way down to her collarbone. "And I’m going to give it to you. All of it."
His hands found the neckline of her dress....a simple wrap style in emerald green that he’d noticed the moment she’d walked into the bar. One pull on the tie and it would open. Would expose her to him completely.
He pulled.
The dress parted, revealing her bra.....black lace, simple but elegant. And beneath it, her breasts, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her through the lace. "So fucking beautiful. I’ve dreamed about these. About touching you. About...."
He pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her completely. Her nipples were already hard, begging for his attention.
He lowered his head and took one into his mouth.
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ARIA’S POV
The moment Damien’s mouth closed around her nipple, Aria cried out, her back arching, her hands fisting in his hair.
The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue circling, his teeth grazing, the suction that was just the right side of too much. Every nerve ending in her body came alive, pleasure radiating from where his mouth worked.
"Damien.....oh god...."
His hand came up to cover her mouth. "Quiet. We’re in a parking lot. Anyone could walk by."
The reminder that they were in public, that someone could see them, should have made her want to stop.
Instead, it made her even wetter.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, while his free hand slid higher up her thigh. Getting closer and closer to where she needed him most.
"Please," she whimpered against his palm. "Please touch me there. I need...."
"I know what you need." His fingers brushed against her panties, and he groaned. "Fuck, Aria. You’re soaked. Completely soaked through."
His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulled it aside, and then...
Then he was touching her. Skin to skin. His fingers sliding through her wetness, exploring, teasing, driving her absolutely insane.
"Still so sensitive," he murmured, his mouth moving back to her throat. "Still so responsive. Does anyone else make you feel like this, Aria? Does anyone else make you this wet?"
She shook her head frantically.
"Say it. I want to hear you say it."
He removed his hand from her mouth, his fingers still working between her legs.
"No one," she gasped. "No one else. Only you. Always only you."
"That’s right." His fingers circled her clit, making her see stars. "Only me. This pussy is mine. These moans are mine. This pleasure is mine."
He pushed two fingers inside her.
The penetration was sudden, deep, and absolutely perfect. She cried out, her inner walls clenching around him, her body remembering exactly how good he felt.
"So tight," Damien groaned, his forehead pressed against hers. "Still so fucking tight. Just like the first time I took you."
He started moving his fingers, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the intrusion. But then his pace increased, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside her that made her vision white out.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his thumb finding her clit, circling in time with his thrusting fingers. "Take it. Take what I’m giving you. Show me how much you’ve missed this."
She was already close. Too close. The combination of his fingers inside her and his thumb on her clit and his voice in her ear and the solid warmth of his body beneath hers.....
"I’m going to....I’m going to....."
"Then come. Come on my fingers. Let me feel you fall apart."
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such intensity that she screamed, her body convulsing, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
Damien worked her through it, his fingers relentless, prolonging the pleasure until she was sobbing, until she was begging him to stop, until she was completely wrecked.
When it finally ended, she collapsed against his chest, boneless and trembling.
"That’s one," he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "But I’m not done with you yet."
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DAMIEN’S POV
Damien slowly withdrew his fingers, making Aria whimper at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her, groaning at the flavor he’d been craving for over a month.
"Delicious. Even better than I remembered."
She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her face flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked thoroughly debauched. Completely his.
"I want you to ride my hand," he said, positioning his fingers at her entrance again. "I want you to show me how desperate you are. How much you need this."
"I can’t....I’m too sensitive..."
"You can. And you will." He pushed his fingers back inside her, making her gasp. "Now move. Ride me. Take what you need."
She obeyed, her hips lifting and lowering, her body taking his fingers deeper with each movement. The sight of her....dress open, breasts exposed, riding his hand in the front seat of his car....was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
"That’s it. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers."
His free hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements, controlling the pace even as he let her think she was in control.
"Faster," he commanded. "I want to see you desperate. Want to see you fall apart again."
She increased her pace, her breathing ragged, her movements becoming erratic as pleasure built again.
"You’re going to come again," he told her, his voice rough. "You’re going to come on my hand and then...." He pressed deeper, hitting that perfect spot. "Then I’m going to make you come a third time. Because I can. Because you’re mine. Because I want to mark you so thoroughly that even drunk, your body will remember who it belongs to."
"Yes...god, yes....yours....I’m yours....."
"That’s right. Mine. Say it again."
"Yours! I’m yours! Always yours!" She was close again, her inner walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"Come," he commanded. "Now."
She shattered, her second orgasm ripping through her with even more intensity than the first. Her body clenched around his fingers, her back arching, her head thrown back as pleasure consumed her.
Damien watched every second of it, memorizing the way she looked falling apart for him, the sounds she made, the way her body responded to his touch.
When she finished, trembling and gasping, he carefully withdrew his fingers again.
"Two," he said. "But I promised you three."
"I can’t.....Damien, I can’t take anymore..."
"You can. You will." He shifted beneath her, his cock painfully hard, straining against his pants. "And this time, you’re going to come while riding something else."
Her eyes widened as she felt him....thick and hard beneath her.
"But you said...you said you wouldn’t...."
"I said I wouldn’t fuck you. And I won’t. Not like this. Not while you’re drunk." His hands went to her hips, positioning her so she was directly over his clothed erection. "But you’re going to ride my cock through my pants. You’re going to make yourself come on me without me ever actually being inside you. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her eyes dark with renewed need despite her exhaustion.
"Then move."
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ARIA’S POV
The feeling of his dick beneath her....hard and thick and perfect even through the fabric of his pants.....was almost more than Aria could bear.
She started moving, grinding against him, chasing the friction that her oversensitized body desperately craved.
"That’s it," Damien groaned, his hands on her hips helping her find the right angle. "Use me. Take what you need. Make yourself come on my dick."
The pressure was perfect. The ridge of his erection hitting her clit with every movement, the knowledge that he was just as affected as she was, the way his hands gripped her almost bruisingly....
It was degrading. Using him like this. Grinding on him fully clothed like a desperate teenager.
And it was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
"Harder," he commanded, his voice strained. "Ride me harder. I want to feel you come. Want to feel you soak through my pants."
She obeyed, her movements becoming frantic, desperate. His hands guided her, controlled her, used her for mutual pleasure even as he denied them both the ultimate satisfaction.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Look at me when you come."
She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. His eyes were black with lust, his jaw tight with control, his entire body tense beneath her.
"I love you," she gasped, unable to stop the words. "I love you so much....."
"I know." His grip tightened. "Now come for me. Come on my cock. Show me you’re mine."
The third orgasm was different...deeper, more intense, pulling from somewhere in her core that she didn’t know existed. She came with a broken sob, her body convulsing, her vision going white, everything narrowing down to the pleasure and his hands and his eyes locked on hers.
And then she felt it.....him groaning, his body tensing, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he came too, in his pants, from nothing more than the friction of her riding him.
They collapsed together, both gasping, both trembling, both completely undone.
"Fuck," Damien breathed, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "Aria. Fuck."
She couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. Just clung to him as the aftershocks rolled through her body, as exhaustion and alcohol and overwhelming emotion pulled her toward unconsciousness.
"Stay with me," he said, but his voice was getting distant. "Aria, stay awake. I need to get you home....."
But she was already gone, sliding into darkness, her last thought a prayer that she’d remember this. Remember him. Remember being his again, even if just for these stolen moments in a dark parking lot..
